Over and over and over

I have a sweet surprise for your eyes.
Under the covers of darkness at night,
I have a disguise. I’m sensationalized.

I can roll over. Play dead. And BEG.

I can pee on your leg.

I can try to fight against this instinct inside
to bite at your throat.
I can dive into my surmise.
Palpitating hope.

I can roll over and over like Rover.

I am your lover… wait… no
I was just some other…
Individual of interest
Worth at least investing
3 and ½ months into?

Take me off of the fire.
Dinner to aspire to.
Truth left some place on the wire.
I am unable to uncover you.

Help me God.

A lot of this is… Bull Shit.
Am I really suppose to just… let it be?
Or are you trying to make me see…
That I need to step in?

Wait… no… what’s all this mean?
I need to begin beginning again?
In the paint of what colors a dream…
I sleep awake with our memories within.

 

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